You Witt Lowry

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin' like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You (I got you!), picking on the weaker man
You

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
As you stand there screaming, I just listen to your words
Thinking to myself, "Man, this bitch is so absurd"
And the words that you're screaming don't even make sense (Nah)
Telling me that I'm the reason that my mom fucking left (What?)
These dudes who would use her—bitch, are you crazy? (Are you crazy?)
You knew all the facts and I'm reason they ain't dating (Ah?)
She should've stayed with him, ho, is that what you sayin'? (Fuck you!)
I ain't calling you devil, but we all know that you're pretty close to Satan (Ah)
They say that the devil wears Prada (Yeah)
But your fat ass couldn't fit it, so you're stuck here wearing nada
A shitty ass grandma and an even worse mama
As you look back on your life, you'll see it's full of bad karma (Yah)
You moved to Las Vegas to suck a dude's dick (Dick)
And it's sad that I ain't lying when I'm sayin' that shit
The loves of your of life are some dogs and a fish
And I ain't calling you family, I'd rather get sick, fuck—